This is a song about "Emina"

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.